João Pedro

I don't think longing is a feeling we should give any importance to, but I know how much it hurts even more when you lose someone you love as easily as I did. If you're patient, stay and listen to my story, my name is Milozinho, I'm the kitten who had two kittens.

João Pedro

Poetry inspired by the cruelest and most brilliant story I've ever read, Lolita Slave Toys, I don't recommend it to anyone who has a weak heart or rape trauma. What if the girls bought from orphanages for the organs to be sold meet a different fate? Every day women are used by men and treated like dolls, what if someone actually turned them into dolls? Or worse, human sex dolls and sell them freely around? Unfortunately this really happens nowadays. And then? Anyone want to play?

The planet Earth was at peace, until the arrival of a meteor, it fell in a forest instead a big hole, a child who was passing by there, saw the hole and decided to go down, he picked up a stone, and ran home to show his father. He kept playing, and when night fell, they broke down the door and took the child, the father tried to grab her, but got shocked. He was taken to a laboratory and they injected the cosma that was inside the meteor in high doses, when he woke up, he turned into a black dragon, he looked at the scientists and broke the glass, then killed everyone in the laboratory, when he left, everyone turned into strange creatures, they went out into the world and infected everything, the cities were destroyed and evacuated, society had to live in bankers. 100 years later the innate abilities were discovered, and when a baby named Lovan appears, he had the ability that every time he gets stronger he gains another ability, he was extremely good at boxing and muay-thay, when he turned 16, he decided to go out to explore the world, only he forgot to drink the A2B3C blood, which is a blood type that breaks the virus, but he left without drinking the blood type.

William Pavanelli PrendesNuevo Autor

A drop of blood fell into her father's grave. Angels and demons came to fetch it. On a morning of eclipse, the sun and the moon meet over Kaldvik, in the frozen north of Andronor. In the afternoon, Aldara climbs the slope to leave blue thistle on her father's grave. A thorn pierces her finger. A drop falls to the earth. Down below, in the Umbra, a demonic lord sees the glow of that blood and recognizes what the gods had deemed extinct. The eclipse made the veil between the worlds thin. The demons rise. From the Splendor the angels descend. In the midst of the fight, Roriel, commander of the phalanx, saves Aldara and closes the wound on her shoulder with a sung word. Then Árcon, god of justice and light, gives the sentence: the mortal must die. The one who descends to carry it out is Roriel, alone. Angels do not know how to disobey. Roriel finds the only way not to kill her. He tears off his own wings. Without light and without flight, in a body that now feels cold and hunger, he flees with Aldara to the Mountain of White Silence. There the two raise a house, and he learns to live as a man. But the sky has not forgotten the order, and in the Umbra the lord who saw that glow keeps waiting.

Bea B Pereira

A tale from the Universe of Blades of Blood and Salt When documents begin to disappear from the Royal Archives shortly after her coronation, Queen Yrana finds an unlikely ally in Arinos, a young scholar obsessed with unraveling patterns. Together, they uncover a silent conspiracy capable of changing the fate of Beamar.

Bea B Pereira

A tale from the Universe of Blades of Blood and Salt When young King Yancy sets out to end the war in the Afeosh Mountains, he did not expect to find in Niaria - the rebel leader - his greatest enemy and... his only ally. Between strategies, provocations, and whispered promises, the two seal a pact that will change Beamar forever. But every promise has a price, and theirs may cost more than they were prepared for.